"Vehicle is at 59.27 by 62.89 on the grid map. Salem Center. The child is one Magdalena Archer, resident."
She paused as a crackle of static discharge came across the network, and she keyed it up, her program patching a filter in so they could hear over the noise of downtown. "Incoming communication from Ghost's unit. Transmitting to you."
The soft thud of something close to the mic hitting concrete.
Then a voice, one Network didn't recognize.
"You got lucky, Frail," before footsteps walked away with a soft rumbling noise echoing slightly. A moment later, more sound of metal or plastic or both sliding slightly on concrete.
Network's fingers were flying over the keyboard until she finally gave up and used the thumb pad, sending her electrons out over the uplinks until she had contact with security cameras at the center. It was easy to break through their system and route the pictures into her command center.
"Storm, it's bad. Ghost is down and bloody. I'll route the visuals to your vehicle. Security is closing in now, but the norms are just going to get slaughtered if the guy took Ghost that easily. I'm replaying tape... nasty fucker."